Menu

More apps built by Reedsy

Assemble a team of professionals

The writing app for authors

Writing courses, events and memberships

Get your book reviewed

Weekly writing prompts and contests

Menu
Prompts
Contests
Stories
Blog

Pete Gautchier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2024

Stories
Comments
Library
36 Followers
0 Following

112 Stories

1789 karma pts

?

Freddie and the Wobbly Day Full of Prognostications

Weekly Contest #375

Prompts: Write about a character who ignores every warning. Secondary prompt: Set your story on a day when everything feels slightly wrong. Freddie and the Wobbly Day Full of Prognostications Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Clatter. Clunk. “Geez. I think I just broke my alarm clock! Man, this is not a good a start to my day! I feel so discombobulated. My brain is wacky. My legs are wobbly. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I am supposed to be an eleven-year-old in good health. Look at me, talking to my dog.” Shrimpy jumps on the bed. “Hey Shrimpy boy, easy ...

2 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Freddie and the Secret, the Key, and Something Much More

Weekly Contest #374

Prompt: Include the words "My lips are sealed" or "Don’t tell anyone" in your story. Secondary prompts: Write a story that includes something secret in it. Freddie and the Secret, the Key, and Something Much More It was almost noon when I glanced at my multipurpose scuba wristwatch. Unfortunately, there was no function on it that could release me from the predicament I found myself in. The chair I was chained to had no padding and my derriere was flat as a pancake. It throbbed mercilessly as did my heart. I was obviously in big trouble. I ...

12 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Freddie and the Goopy People

Weekly Contest #373

Prompts: Write about a character who notices something others cannot — or refuse to — see. Include the line “You’re imagining things” or “You’re lying” in your story. Freddie and the Goopy People Looking far back in my life as a little guy of eight, my mama would constantly say “Freddie, you are my gift from the heavenly clouds above.” If it was a way to keep my behavior in check it worked. I really tried to be good for mama. I really believed I could do nothing to upset her and as the expression goes, “I didn’t want to push the enve...

8 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Worry. Hope. Worry. What's it Going to Get You?

Weekly Contest #372

Prompts: Write about a character who wakes up in the middle of the night or is unable to sleep. Write about a character who can’t stop checking something. Worry. Hope. Worry Some More. What’s it Going to Get You? “My flesh feels like it is melting off my bones. It is ghastly hot in here. My sweat is pouring down my face. Yeah, my furry friend, I guess I am your water fountain for the midnight hours. Stop licking my face. Did anyone ever tell you your breath smells like day old tuna?Well at least I have someone to engage in conversation, al...

3 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Freddie and A Walk Down Memory Lane

Weekly Contest #371

Prompt: Set your story in an empty hospital, school, or office building. Freddie and a Walk Down Memory Lane Time entry: 06, 06.66.6,666,666 F (in an abyss where flies collect). A sinister hissing voice can be heard. “That Freddie boy will not be the end of me. Nope! No way! Well, it can’t be my end, at least not yet. I have some time before the world is caput and my time ends. Hmmm, he is venturing out to a place where he could be most vulnerable. Maybe his jaunt down memory lane will be his demise after a little bit of hiss hiss-tory! ...

10 likes 3 comments 3
Read story

When Your Love is for Someone Else

Weekly Contest #369

Prompt: Write a story in which grief shows itself in an unexpected way or becomes a tangible object. When Your Love is for Someone Else “Nothing I say or do seems to help,” I said to my therapist. “I am at my wit’s end. Patty’s drowning in her grief and nothing can rescue her from the tidal wave of despair that has grabbed ahold of her. It grieves me to see my daughter spiraling out of control. My daughter’s grief has changed into bitter hatred for me! I know she was so close to her Nana. Patty and my mom seemed to have had a unique bon...

5 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Freddie and the Pretzel called Bigmouth

Weekly Contest #368

Prompt: Write a story from the point if view of a magical being or creature. Freddie, and the Pretzel Called Bigmouth Journal Entry, 06, 06, 6,666,666a (in an abyss where “flies” collect) I think I’ll just let the kid write his story. This kid is a menace to me. I think I’ll buzz around him to ensure he captures the essence of our encounter. Maybe I can trick him later. Journal Entry; June 6th, 1966 (my room) Dear Diary, Boy, this pesky fly in my room is driving me crazy as I write this. I survived today but I looked into my mirror an...

10 likes 5 comments 5
Read story

More Than Clutter-The Junkyard of My Life

Weekly Contest #367

Prompt: Start or end your story with a character closing a door, literally or metaphorically. More Than Clutter- the Junkyard of My Life The APS agents were at my doorstep. With the security chain link still attached to the door, I cautiously cracked it open. I knew why they were here. One of the agents said, “Mam, we’re here from the Adult Protection Service. You are being served an abatement order to clean up your property outside your house. You have one week to comply with this writ or else face fines and possible eviction from your h...

11 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

Peddling the Truth

Weekly Contest #366

Prompt: Write a story with an unreliable narrator or character. Peddling the Truth A crowd is gathering on the city street in front of a pop-up kiosk. A street vendor is screeching in a high-pitched voice. I watched and listened as he droned on… “Hear ye hear ye, have I got a product for you! Do you suffer from a rumbly tummy? Has the food you’ve eaten made you feel crummy? Are you expelling burps and feeling nauseous? Other remedies list side effects warning you to be cautious. Full of bloating gas that is stuck in the midsection befo...

9 likes 2 comments 2
Read story

No Gold, No Fish, Just Follow Me

Weekly Contest #365

Prompt: Write a story about two rivals/enemies forced to work together. No Gold, No Fish Just Follow Me All I do every day is fish. I just love to fish. As you can guess it is my livelihood. Tilapia is my mainstay catch. Whether breakfast, lunch or dinner, tilapia is my main entrée. Like any business, it requires an investment of time, energy and money. My time is generally my own except when my mother-in-law demands some of it to do chores. I guess she has a right since my wife, and I invited her to live with us. We created the si...

4 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

How Can This Be?

Weekly Contest #364

Prompt: Write a story that includes the line(s) “No one will believe you.” How Can This Be? I awoke to rocks and debris tumbling around me. The skies were pitch black. Lightening coursed its way through the sky. The earth was shaking. I felt like I was on my boat adrift in the sea tossed by unrelenting waves. I had been laying just outside the entrance to a small cave. Dirt and small stones covered more than half my body. Using a vine that clung to the surface of the surrounding hill, I pulled myself out of that shroud of earth. The...

6 likes 1 comment 1
Read story

Forgetful Freddie

Weekly Contest #363

Prompt: Begin or end your story with someone standing in the rain or snow. Secondary Prompt: Center your story around a character who is struggling with something no one else in their life knows about. Forgetful Freddie As the kids in my neighborhood would say, “it’s raining cats and dogs today.” I bet most of them would be outside splashing in huge puddles like they were spending a day at the beach. I saw no dogs or cats falling from the sky. Instead for me it was a cold heavenly dam that burst because I was standing in the middle of i...

7 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

A Melancholy Forecast-Stormy Weather on the Horizom

Weekly Contest #363

Prompt: Begin or end your story with someone looking out at a body of water (river, ocean sea) A Melancholy Forecast: Stormy Weather on the Horizon A salty mist bathed our faces as we sat upon the edge of the cliff. The sun gleamed its light upon our faces. A gentle breeze gingerly pushed her auburn hair upon her rosy cheeks. We sat in silence for a while gazing out at the endless sea. Its waves serenely undulated across the surface until one could hear the slap of the waters upon the shoreline. A seagull annoyingly flew in front of us...

4 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

Gone Forever?

Weekly Contest #362

Prompt: Your character wants something they can’t (or shouldn’t) have. Gone Forever? I was not one of those babies born with a golden spoon in my mouth. My mother was a crackhead. I was born in an alley on the west side of Chicago. She left me in a cardboard box as an appetizer for some feral animal. Thankfully, a homeless woman found me and raised me for a while until child services took custody of me. Truthfully, this never happened to me. Maybe this is someone else’s story, but certainly not mine. I was born into a wealthy family. I ha...

8 likes 0 comments 0
Read story

The Four F's of the Culinary Arts: Filets, Flambe', Flames, Fiasco

Weekly Contest #362

Prompt: Include a scene in which someone is cooking, eating, or drinking. Secondary Prompt: Start or end your story with someone making a meal, a recipe, or a cup of tea (for themselves or someone else). The Four F’s of the Culinary Arts: Filets, Flambe’, Flames, Fiasco It was a celebration like no other we would have at our house. I was graduating from high school along with a few of my closest friends. The families agreed to have one huge celebratory party for the five of us graduates. I volunteered my parents to orchestrate the ga...

3 likes 0 comments 0
Read story